In the Weston Rural Route News this week (in the Preston Citizen), Bevy (Hart) wrote that Jay Schavaneveldt reported, "Three Gray Wolves were recently cited in the Pass of the Standing Rock."
I had read this (at least twice) and let it go. Why? I don't know. I printed the page out for the editors final approval & this sentence slammed into my consciousness. It was like I had never read it. First I thought, "Who is Three Gray Wolves? Are they a group? (Maybe like the new religion the 3Es & BuggaBugga?) An Indian?" My next thought was, "What were they cited for? I don't remember hearing anything about something happening in Weston.
"Val Sparrow was in here yesterday about the shooting at police officers & he didn't say anything. Ah, but he's the city chief of police, he wouldn't have said anything about something happening in the county."
I read the sentence again, "Three gray wolves cited …" Ahhh - I'll bet they were sighted. He SAW 3 gray wolves!!!
Having to share it, I walked into the editors office to tell them. Rod immediately says, "Cool. Where was this?" I told him.
And tried to tell him why I was telling them. He interrupted me, "Who wrote it?"
I told him & then he said, "We ought to do a story on that, don't you think?"
I'm thinking, "What's so cool about my misunderstanding the sentence of 'Three Gray Wolves being cited?' Why would we want to do a story on that?" I still was not assimilating THREE … GRAY … WOLVES were sighted in Weston. Wolves, predators, those evil animals that prey on other animals like sheep, cattle … domestic livestock … deer, elk & other wild animals.
Then Rod said, "Maybe I'll call him." meaning Jay.
"That's a good idea," I responded. And suddenly, I had an ah-ha moment. I came out of my absorption of the fact I had misunderstood the sentence & almost let it go. We have wolves in the area! Wolves!
I wonder how many others would have caught it.
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Proofreading a dying art?
I got this email from a friend. And it made me laugh. I can definitely relate to these funny headlines. I work for the local newspaper as a proofreader. Every week I come home complaining about headlines. It would have been faster to type it & then add my own formatting. Instead, I copied & pasted & then worked hard to get it to look the way I wanted it to.
Some of our own bloopers are a house with a wooden dick instead of deck, LOTOJA peddles though town - bicyclists pedal, not peddle; through not though.
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Some of our own bloopers are a house with a wooden dick instead of deck, LOTOJA peddles though town - bicyclists pedal, not peddle; through not though.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Gratitude - Day 3 - Work
In searching for a quote by Elder Marvin J. Ashton, which I KNOW I have posted, I found this wonderful quote by President Thomas S. Monson:
Today I am grateful for my ability to work. For my job. Even though Mondays are usually long & stressful.
"Ours is the responsibility to show our gratitude by the actions of our lives."
-Thomas S. Monson, "Gifts", Ensign, May 1993, 59
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Hot summer night
Just 2-3 weeks ago we were complaining about all the rain & wishing it would warm up. Well, we got our wish, now everyone's moaning about how hot it is.
Last night, Don turned a fan on in our bedroom, but he aimed it right at me. I had a hard time getting to sleep, thinking of Eddie, besides it was so hot. I was exhausted though & slept until about 4:30 when I had to visit the facilities. I came back & couldn't get to sleep because of the fan. I pulled a light quilt up on me to block the air from the fan. Just a short time later, Don got up. He wandered around the house for a few minutes & finally came back to bed. I heard him mutter, "Where is she?" I spoke up, "Who?" wondering if he was looking for Marsha, the little gray cat that sleeps on our bed. And he answered, "You!" I poked my hand out from under the covers & waved at him, "Here!" He crawled back in bed, LOL
This morning, Nick came in & woke me up because he thought I had to be to work at 8 & I was late. No, it was back to my usual time at 9 today. Anyway, when I threw off that quilt, I was drenched with sweat.
Don admitted this evening that he wandered around the house a couple of times looking for me. He didn't see that mound in bed that was me, LOL.
Last night, Don turned a fan on in our bedroom, but he aimed it right at me. I had a hard time getting to sleep, thinking of Eddie, besides it was so hot. I was exhausted though & slept until about 4:30 when I had to visit the facilities. I came back & couldn't get to sleep because of the fan. I pulled a light quilt up on me to block the air from the fan. Just a short time later, Don got up. He wandered around the house for a few minutes & finally came back to bed. I heard him mutter, "Where is she?" I spoke up, "Who?" wondering if he was looking for Marsha, the little gray cat that sleeps on our bed. And he answered, "You!" I poked my hand out from under the covers & waved at him, "Here!" He crawled back in bed, LOL
This morning, Nick came in & woke me up because he thought I had to be to work at 8 & I was late. No, it was back to my usual time at 9 today. Anyway, when I threw off that quilt, I was drenched with sweat.
Don admitted this evening that he wandered around the house a couple of times looking for me. He didn't see that mound in bed that was me, LOL.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Moving in May, 5/4
"Just another manic Monday, not Sunday, that's my fun day, my don't have to run day ..."Love those lines from that old song. Can't remember off hand who sang it & I'm not going to take the time to google it.
Another 11 hour day. I walked over to the pharmacy today, then back to the Subway, then back to work. I forgot to go back for the meds & at a quarter to 7 I called Don & asked him to drop what he was doing & run to the pharmacy. They close at 6:30. He went to the window & he called & said they were closed. I said that after 6:30, you have to walk up to the door. He did & they let him in, gave him all of the meds, mine (lexapro) & Nick's included. They walked out of the pharmacy behind him.
I sent him over to Mother's & asked him to call me & let me know how it went. He didn't call. So, I went over to Mother's to see if she got her meds. There was no mirtazepine, but that wasn't critical, the coumadin AND cardizem were there, the 2 she was totally out of, & she had taken them. I saw the nightlight laying on the table. I asked her about it & she said the light was burned out, but Don-Mike was going to get her a light. I said not to count on it.
I came home & Don-Mike was out in the garage. I went out to ask him about the night light & he had forgotten, just as I expected. But, I found a package of night lights with only one taken out of a package of 4. So, I put the night light AND the package of nightlights on the console in his truck. I reminded him as he left tonight to take the nightlight in & plug it in.
He had forgotten to bring me my phone earlier today. Nick brought it up to me.
Nick had a job offered to him today at ComputerWise. I'm not too sure what it entails, but hey, it just kind of fell into his lap. It will be part-time & he should be able to keep his SSI. Cool, huh?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Lent, Day 37
Just a few more days of the Lenten season & then I'll have to come up with new titles for my subject line. I have had trouble trying to figure out what day of Lent it is. I hope I've numbered them all correctly.
Don made it to bed before I did last night. I had to fill the humidifier of my CPAP machine & then put it in after the lights were out - grrrr. So, it must have been about midnight again.
I spent the morning trying to figure out why the bank wouldn't let Luana cash Mother's rent check on Monday. I still don't know the answer to that, but she got it cashed. Then I checked on the vet charge account to see if there would be enough available credit to pay for both cats & saw only $23 available. So, I spent the morning, what was left of it after I got up at 10:30, working on finances. I was supposed to be to work at noon & didn't make it. I was going to have a piece of toast & take my meds before I took the cats to the vet.
But Nick has been obsessing about Daddy's little red jeep. How he wants to get rid of it & nobody will let him. I told him I did not want to get into an argument about the jeep. I didn't have time.
Nick & Don-Mike did put Brackin & Prissy in the carriers & carried them out to the car for me. By then, I was running late, still had to go up to the Citizen & tell them I'd be later than I was, but I'd still come in.
Prissy's eye has been gray, like Boots' was when I took him to the vet. Dr. Larry, the older, retired vet, was working today, I didn't ask where Dr. Cliff was. I like Dr. Larry better. He looked closely at Prissy's eye. He wanted to see if there was a "foreign body" in it. He found a ripped 3rd eye lid. He said, "Huh, I thought so." Somebody had swatted at Prissy & scratched her in the eye. We all know who did that. Miss Marsha Lu thinks she is God's gift to the Bartlomé family. She's always swiping at the other cats, especially Prissy. And poor little Prissy has been the pariah since the boys (Boots & Astro) died. Astro was the pariah before. Prissy has never fit in, but she & Boots seemed to have a rapport.
I think I know now how Boots died. Nick told me that Sam had run Boots off. We found him out under the lilac tree, so weak, he couldn't stand up. So, I'll bet his gray eye was the result of a swipe from Sam & it got infected.
Anyway, while I was explaining to Becca, the receptionist at the vet's office, that I didn't know how I was going to pay for this because I couldn't find Mother's credit card, I had a sudden, extreme gut ache. OMG, it felt like someone had taken my gut & was twisting it. It hurt SOOOOOOO bad. Becca & Marie, the vet's assistant, gave me a lollipop, they got some Ensure for diabetics, but I could only drink 3 swallows of the Ensure, then I tried throwing up, sticking my finger down my throat & gagging myself, in the bathroom, of course.
I had not had anything to eat before I left, the appt. was at 2 & I was about 5 minutes late. So, we wondered if it was low blood sugar. I hadn't had any of my pills either. I handed Becca my cell phone & she called Don-Mike, but I didn't know I had Big J's programmed as his default number. I always just use the speed dial. So, we tried his speed dial, it went to his voice mail, so she left a message. Then she called Nick. Luckily Don-Mike was at Big J's in Richmond & came back & got me. He called Nick to tell him not to come, but he was already in Franklin. Nick opted to keep coming. Don-Mike stopped at Big J's & picked up his food & while he was in getting it, I swiped 3 big swallows of his drink, still thinking it might be low blood sugar.
I curled up in the fetal position, trying to get some relief from the pain. He asked me what side of the road Instacare was on & I finally sat up. He was on 1400 North, headed for the hospital. I told him I wanted Instacare, but we could go to the hospital, if he wanted. He said ERs are so stinking expensive. I said Instacare was on 4th North & 2nd East. He took 4th East & wended his way to Instacare. OMG, those roads are bumpy. I'm so glad he had his new truck. I could stretch out in the back seat, not that I did.
Nick pulled in right behind us. I think he went directly to Instacare though. I am so glad Nick was there. He stayed right by my side. Don-Mike went right back out to the truck to eat his lunch. Nick helped me at the registration desk, stood by me through the triage room, helped me to the examining room & sat there with me. He left when I told him to go out to the truck & get the cell phone to call Jessi, my supervisor. Don-Mike came in then with Nick. Don-Mike had called Don, so he came up after work. The boys left when Don came & stopped in Richmond to pick up the cats.
The doctor examined me. By that time the pain had let up & I was able to straighten out. I told Nick by the time the doctor came, I was going to be better. Still tender & still having some pain. My urine sample was good, my blood work was good, slightly anemic, no surprise, but my potassium level was up, woo hoo!! My sugar level was 125, slightly elevated, but good considering I hadn't had anything to eat. They took an x-ray & found that there was a lot of stool backed up. I KNOW that wasn't a blocked bowel. The doctor suspects a gall bladder attack. They had to send that blood work to Logan Regional's lab, oh groan, more medical bills.
Anyway, the doctor told me to drink lots of water & they would call in the morning with the results of the blood work they sent to LRH.
Don stopped at the vet's for me to pick up the car. It was 10 to 6 & I told him I was going to go in & tell them I was ok. Whoever went in to pick up the cats told Becca & Marie it was gall stones. I told Nick to tell them the doctor thought it was gall bladder.
Don made it to bed before I did last night. I had to fill the humidifier of my CPAP machine & then put it in after the lights were out - grrrr. So, it must have been about midnight again.
I spent the morning trying to figure out why the bank wouldn't let Luana cash Mother's rent check on Monday. I still don't know the answer to that, but she got it cashed. Then I checked on the vet charge account to see if there would be enough available credit to pay for both cats & saw only $23 available. So, I spent the morning, what was left of it after I got up at 10:30, working on finances. I was supposed to be to work at noon & didn't make it. I was going to have a piece of toast & take my meds before I took the cats to the vet.
But Nick has been obsessing about Daddy's little red jeep. How he wants to get rid of it & nobody will let him. I told him I did not want to get into an argument about the jeep. I didn't have time.
Nick & Don-Mike did put Brackin & Prissy in the carriers & carried them out to the car for me. By then, I was running late, still had to go up to the Citizen & tell them I'd be later than I was, but I'd still come in.
Prissy's eye has been gray, like Boots' was when I took him to the vet. Dr. Larry, the older, retired vet, was working today, I didn't ask where Dr. Cliff was. I like Dr. Larry better. He looked closely at Prissy's eye. He wanted to see if there was a "foreign body" in it. He found a ripped 3rd eye lid. He said, "Huh, I thought so." Somebody had swatted at Prissy & scratched her in the eye. We all know who did that. Miss Marsha Lu thinks she is God's gift to the Bartlomé family. She's always swiping at the other cats, especially Prissy. And poor little Prissy has been the pariah since the boys (Boots & Astro) died. Astro was the pariah before. Prissy has never fit in, but she & Boots seemed to have a rapport.
I think I know now how Boots died. Nick told me that Sam had run Boots off. We found him out under the lilac tree, so weak, he couldn't stand up. So, I'll bet his gray eye was the result of a swipe from Sam & it got infected.
Anyway, while I was explaining to Becca, the receptionist at the vet's office, that I didn't know how I was going to pay for this because I couldn't find Mother's credit card, I had a sudden, extreme gut ache. OMG, it felt like someone had taken my gut & was twisting it. It hurt SOOOOOOO bad. Becca & Marie, the vet's assistant, gave me a lollipop, they got some Ensure for diabetics, but I could only drink 3 swallows of the Ensure, then I tried throwing up, sticking my finger down my throat & gagging myself, in the bathroom, of course.
I had not had anything to eat before I left, the appt. was at 2 & I was about 5 minutes late. So, we wondered if it was low blood sugar. I hadn't had any of my pills either. I handed Becca my cell phone & she called Don-Mike, but I didn't know I had Big J's programmed as his default number. I always just use the speed dial. So, we tried his speed dial, it went to his voice mail, so she left a message. Then she called Nick. Luckily Don-Mike was at Big J's in Richmond & came back & got me. He called Nick to tell him not to come, but he was already in Franklin. Nick opted to keep coming. Don-Mike stopped at Big J's & picked up his food & while he was in getting it, I swiped 3 big swallows of his drink, still thinking it might be low blood sugar.
I curled up in the fetal position, trying to get some relief from the pain. He asked me what side of the road Instacare was on & I finally sat up. He was on 1400 North, headed for the hospital. I told him I wanted Instacare, but we could go to the hospital, if he wanted. He said ERs are so stinking expensive. I said Instacare was on 4th North & 2nd East. He took 4th East & wended his way to Instacare. OMG, those roads are bumpy. I'm so glad he had his new truck. I could stretch out in the back seat, not that I did.
Nick pulled in right behind us. I think he went directly to Instacare though. I am so glad Nick was there. He stayed right by my side. Don-Mike went right back out to the truck to eat his lunch. Nick helped me at the registration desk, stood by me through the triage room, helped me to the examining room & sat there with me. He left when I told him to go out to the truck & get the cell phone to call Jessi, my supervisor. Don-Mike came in then with Nick. Don-Mike had called Don, so he came up after work. The boys left when Don came & stopped in Richmond to pick up the cats.
The doctor examined me. By that time the pain had let up & I was able to straighten out. I told Nick by the time the doctor came, I was going to be better. Still tender & still having some pain. My urine sample was good, my blood work was good, slightly anemic, no surprise, but my potassium level was up, woo hoo!! My sugar level was 125, slightly elevated, but good considering I hadn't had anything to eat. They took an x-ray & found that there was a lot of stool backed up. I KNOW that wasn't a blocked bowel. The doctor suspects a gall bladder attack. They had to send that blood work to Logan Regional's lab, oh groan, more medical bills.
Anyway, the doctor told me to drink lots of water & they would call in the morning with the results of the blood work they sent to LRH.
Don stopped at the vet's for me to pick up the car. It was 10 to 6 & I told him I was going to go in & tell them I was ok. Whoever went in to pick up the cats told Becca & Marie it was gall stones. I told Nick to tell them the doctor thought it was gall bladder.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Lent, Day 29
Long day at work today, 11 hours. It was a 14-page paper. I still have 6 pages left to proof & finish. We didn't even get the first page out until 1 p.m. Almost 2 hours behind schedule.
Just one little thing & then I'm headed to bed. I got a phone call from someone in Malad wanting to know if it was too late to get an obituary in. The obituary page was done. I said no, because the policy is that we try to get an obituary in. I gave the woman the options, she could do a death notice for free, or she could do a full obituary with picture & it is $4.50 a column inch. She said she would give the woman's daughter the information. A little while later, I got a call from the woman's daughter. She said that the Malad paper doesn't come out until Thursday & her mother's funeral was Wednesday. She decided to do a death notice. That was a relief to me, we were already waiting for Mondell Nash's obituary & picture from Webb Funeral Home. We weren't sure if we were going to have enough room for another obituary.
I finally went to lunch at the Subway. I had debated about going to Stokes grocery store & grabbing a small deli sandwich. But I decided Subway sounded better. I was hungry & thought a 6-inch sandwich with extra toppings sounded better than a 3-inch plain meat & cheese sandwich. But I had also decided I wouldn't do a full meal, cuz I just wanted a soda refill. You have to buy the full meal of 20-ounce drink & either cookies or chips to get cookies at a reduced price. I said I learned another new thing today. The lady that waited on me was new, at least someone I'd never seen before. She asked what the first new thing I learned was. I told her the Malad paper comes out on Thursday. She asked if I was from Malad. I said no, & asked if she was from Malad. She said yes. I said I work for the Preston paper & we had got a death notice from Malad. She wanted to know who died. I told her Rula Thomas. She said she knew her, she'd worked for her. She knew she'd been in the hospital. She wanted to go see her & she didn't want to. So she'd sent her a dozen pink roses for Valentine's Day. I was able to tell her the funeral & viewing information. She said she'd heard she had cancer. I said no, the daughter said they didn't know what it was. I'd asked what the cause of death was because sometimes they put what the person died from in the obituary.
I thought how interesting that was. I usually don't go nattering on about publication dates & spouting information about obituaries to total strangers. But this woman may have got the information too late to pay her respects because our paper doesn't come out until Wednesday. If she works at the Subway during the day, she would have missed the Tuesday evening viewing & Wednesday funeral.
Just one little thing & then I'm headed to bed. I got a phone call from someone in Malad wanting to know if it was too late to get an obituary in. The obituary page was done. I said no, because the policy is that we try to get an obituary in. I gave the woman the options, she could do a death notice for free, or she could do a full obituary with picture & it is $4.50 a column inch. She said she would give the woman's daughter the information. A little while later, I got a call from the woman's daughter. She said that the Malad paper doesn't come out until Thursday & her mother's funeral was Wednesday. She decided to do a death notice. That was a relief to me, we were already waiting for Mondell Nash's obituary & picture from Webb Funeral Home. We weren't sure if we were going to have enough room for another obituary.
I finally went to lunch at the Subway. I had debated about going to Stokes grocery store & grabbing a small deli sandwich. But I decided Subway sounded better. I was hungry & thought a 6-inch sandwich with extra toppings sounded better than a 3-inch plain meat & cheese sandwich. But I had also decided I wouldn't do a full meal, cuz I just wanted a soda refill. You have to buy the full meal of 20-ounce drink & either cookies or chips to get cookies at a reduced price. I said I learned another new thing today. The lady that waited on me was new, at least someone I'd never seen before. She asked what the first new thing I learned was. I told her the Malad paper comes out on Thursday. She asked if I was from Malad. I said no, & asked if she was from Malad. She said yes. I said I work for the Preston paper & we had got a death notice from Malad. She wanted to know who died. I told her Rula Thomas. She said she knew her, she'd worked for her. She knew she'd been in the hospital. She wanted to go see her & she didn't want to. So she'd sent her a dozen pink roses for Valentine's Day. I was able to tell her the funeral & viewing information. She said she'd heard she had cancer. I said no, the daughter said they didn't know what it was. I'd asked what the cause of death was because sometimes they put what the person died from in the obituary.
I thought how interesting that was. I usually don't go nattering on about publication dates & spouting information about obituaries to total strangers. But this woman may have got the information too late to pay her respects because our paper doesn't come out until Wednesday. If she works at the Subway during the day, she would have missed the Tuesday evening viewing & Wednesday funeral.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Lent, Day 27
Today was a better day, healthwise. I was awake at 9 a.m. I got to work about 11 a.m. There was a memo on our type tray saying that the corporation is tightening their belt & we may be facing some layoffs, telling us that March is "ugly."
I didn't get to bed last night until 12:30. Started trying to get to bed about 11. I told Don this is one of the hardest things I've ever tried to do, get to bed at a certain time. But I've always been very persistent. I had an online friend tell me that I remind her of a dog with a bone. I latch on & won't let go, LOL.
I didn't get to bed last night until 12:30. Started trying to get to bed about 11. I told Don this is one of the hardest things I've ever tried to do, get to bed at a certain time. But I've always been very persistent. I had an online friend tell me that I remind her of a dog with a bone. I latch on & won't let go, LOL.
"I will persist until I succeed," Og Mandino, The Greatest Salesman in the World
Monday, March 16, 2009
Lent, Day 17
I hope I'm numbering these days right. Monday, March 16. I had a pretty good day at work except I got a migraine with a visual disturbance. I was lucky in that my blue fleece jacket was in the car. I've been carrying the ibuprofen around in a pocket of that jacket. So, I took some & had to wait about 15-20 minutes for it take effect. I finished the paper at 5:04, that is a record. I said I was nervous, afraid I'd missed something.
Ok, here it is 10:15 & I was going to type up my DUP minutes for tomorrow, but I couldn't find the book. Mother says I need to leave my book over to her house.
Let's see, since Sunday is not technically part of Lent, I didn't go to bed til 12:30. I took some ibuprofen & used some Zicam before I went to bed, so at least I didn't suffer for an hour before I got up & took it. I just suffered for 20-25 minutes before I went to sleep. I woke up at 7 this morning, but then went back to sleep & didn't wake up til Nick woke me up at 10 to 9. Don was supposed to wake me up, but he got up late.
Ok, here it is 10:15 & I was going to type up my DUP minutes for tomorrow, but I couldn't find the book. Mother says I need to leave my book over to her house.
Let's see, since Sunday is not technically part of Lent, I didn't go to bed til 12:30. I took some ibuprofen & used some Zicam before I went to bed, so at least I didn't suffer for an hour before I got up & took it. I just suffered for 20-25 minutes before I went to sleep. I woke up at 7 this morning, but then went back to sleep & didn't wake up til Nick woke me up at 10 to 9. Don was supposed to wake me up, but he got up late.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Lent, Day 12
Last night I got to bed at 11:45, but I laid there awake for quite a while. I've been trying to do this biofeedback that Vicki, job-share partner, told me about. I'm getting pretty good at visualizing being in the swing in the front yard on a hot summer day, feeling the hot, silky dirt between my toes. I love that feeling. I don't like the feel of coarse grains of sand between my toes. I go to bed most nights with my feet & hands cold, so this helps me warm up.
I didn't get up until after 9 this morning. Remember, I'm supposed to be to work at 9 on Monday & Tuesday, sigh. I got to work at 9:55 today & I left at 11:55. Tuesday morning isn't so pressing, but Monday is.
Don-Mike came in at quarter to 12 to ask me what I thought of Nick's latest idea. This has been a pretty painless mission mode. Nick wanted a specific kind of X-box & he wanted it modified, but he didn't want to modify it himself for fear he would screw up. He looked on the internet & found a guy in West Jordan that modifies this particular model of X-box for $40. He called me & asked me what I thought. I said he ought to call the guy; $40 is certainly a lot cheaper than having to buy all the stuff & then ruin the console. So, I told Don-Mike I had encouraged him to call the dude in SLC.
Don-Mike said it was too cold for him to do any work on the house, so he was thinking about taking him. I said I wanted to go. We had some lunch & I called the guy to see if we were making a wild goose chase. He said he'd work us in. I told him we'd be there about 3. We left at 1 & made it to the gas station he told us to meet at by 3:05. Don-Mike drove his '06 Mustang.
It took about an hour and a half to do it, but Nick said the guy had to format his computer. Don-Mike & I sat in the car in the driveway & Nick was in the house with him. From the X-box dude, we went to see Frances Hatch. I had bought her some sugar-free candy for Valentine's Day & never sent it. Frances was the boys' day care provider when they were little & we lived in Bountiful.
We visited with her about an hour. Nick said as we left her house it was worth the trip just to see Frances. I have always thought that the move from Bountiful & tearing him away from Frances was the second stressor that brought bipolar on for him.
Don-Mike said he was glad to see that she lives in such a nice house. The railroad relocated her when they took her house and an acre of land in Woods Cross. He said he was always afraid that they had stuck her in a bad house & bad part of town. So, it was nice to see for ourselves that she lives in a nice home in a nice neighborhood.
I slept almost all the way back. I wanted to go to Chuck-A-Rama, but Nick didn't feel like it. He's had a sinus infection. Anyway, when I found out that Chuck-A-Rama had been voted down, I went to sleep, just past the 24th Street exit in Ogden.
We ate at Big J's in Richmond. Don, bless his heart, went over & heated some homemade soup up for Mother, stopped at the grocery store & bought some deli chicken for his own supper, then came home & fed the dog!! W00t!! W00t!! What a man!!!
I didn't get up until after 9 this morning. Remember, I'm supposed to be to work at 9 on Monday & Tuesday, sigh. I got to work at 9:55 today & I left at 11:55. Tuesday morning isn't so pressing, but Monday is.
Don-Mike came in at quarter to 12 to ask me what I thought of Nick's latest idea. This has been a pretty painless mission mode. Nick wanted a specific kind of X-box & he wanted it modified, but he didn't want to modify it himself for fear he would screw up. He looked on the internet & found a guy in West Jordan that modifies this particular model of X-box for $40. He called me & asked me what I thought. I said he ought to call the guy; $40 is certainly a lot cheaper than having to buy all the stuff & then ruin the console. So, I told Don-Mike I had encouraged him to call the dude in SLC.
Don-Mike said it was too cold for him to do any work on the house, so he was thinking about taking him. I said I wanted to go. We had some lunch & I called the guy to see if we were making a wild goose chase. He said he'd work us in. I told him we'd be there about 3. We left at 1 & made it to the gas station he told us to meet at by 3:05. Don-Mike drove his '06 Mustang.
It took about an hour and a half to do it, but Nick said the guy had to format his computer. Don-Mike & I sat in the car in the driveway & Nick was in the house with him. From the X-box dude, we went to see Frances Hatch. I had bought her some sugar-free candy for Valentine's Day & never sent it. Frances was the boys' day care provider when they were little & we lived in Bountiful.
We visited with her about an hour. Nick said as we left her house it was worth the trip just to see Frances. I have always thought that the move from Bountiful & tearing him away from Frances was the second stressor that brought bipolar on for him.
Don-Mike said he was glad to see that she lives in such a nice house. The railroad relocated her when they took her house and an acre of land in Woods Cross. He said he was always afraid that they had stuck her in a bad house & bad part of town. So, it was nice to see for ourselves that she lives in a nice home in a nice neighborhood.
I slept almost all the way back. I wanted to go to Chuck-A-Rama, but Nick didn't feel like it. He's had a sinus infection. Anyway, when I found out that Chuck-A-Rama had been voted down, I went to sleep, just past the 24th Street exit in Ogden.
We ate at Big J's in Richmond. Don, bless his heart, went over & heated some homemade soup up for Mother, stopped at the grocery store & bought some deli chicken for his own supper, then came home & fed the dog!! W00t!! W00t!! What a man!!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Lent, Day 5
One of my obsessions is online word search puzzles. I had trouble with a clue tonight, 1994 Disney movie. So, I clicked for a hint, L, K. I could've kicked myself. Lion King, Mufasa! Of course! We rolled our car up Logan Canyon that March because I HAD TO HAVE The Lion King on the first day it was released on video. The weather was fine in Rich County, Utah, but as we started up the mountain it was snowing. The roads were snow covered, but they had just sanded a corner & it was slushy. We hit the slush, spun out of control & rolled down the hill. It was right at the top of the Logan Sinks.
I learned my lesson. I no longer have to have a video the first day it is out. Now, Harry Potter books are another story. I've never had to drive very far to get one though.
I got to bed at midnight last night & woke up at 8:35 this morning. It took me a half hour to get up. Nick asked me how I was, I said I was tired. He said I need to wake up earlier. I said it didn't matter what time I woke up or got up, I am always tired. I woke up early on Sunday & drug myself out of bed. All day I wanted to lay down & take a nap. Nick laid down to take a nap the other night & woke up at 2 a.m. Saturday I got up late & was still tired. Maybe we'll find an answer when I have my blood test on Wednesday.
I had a bad start to my morning. I finally got up at 9:05 & went to work. I got up to the railroad tracks & turned onto the highway going into town (northwest) & saw a big orange tabby cat cowering in the gutter on the southwest side of the highway. He looked me in the eye. I thought it might be Sammy, but I was sure I had seen him just before I left home. I turned around & went back, parked behind the cat with my flashers on. I got out & it started hissing at me & trying to run. It's back leg was all bloody & dragging. It ran out into the highway & here's cars & trucks coming. I found that if I didn't approach it, it wouldn't try to run. Big county dump trucks would slow down & just drive by, I was so upset. I could see the cat running under one of them & getting killed right in front of my eyes. I stood my ground though, they were going to have to kill me to get to the stupid cat.
A man came along in a pickup, pulled up behind me & grabbed some leather gloves & pulled those on. I had a flash of sanity. What was I doing trying to approach a scared injured cat with no gloves, no place to put it if I did catch it? He asked me if it was my cat. I told him no & he told me to get in my car & go. I said I was going to take him to the vet. He said he would. He chased the cat off the highway into Saxton's used car lot, where the A&W used to be, if that means anything to anybody. I swung north onto First East, turned west onto Third South to see if I could see the cat & what the man was doing. I couldn't see the cat, but the man was talking to Doug Saxton. They probably thought I hit the cat. If he did catch the cat, he probably took it to the vet & had it euthanized.
I thought I'd come home tonight & see the cat dead on the highway, trying to cross the highway again to get home.
It reminded me of the time when Don's mom hit a truck that had dropped it's transmission in the middle of the freeway in Ogden. She was out in the middle of the freeway directing traffic. I asked her why she was doing that & she said nobody was going to hit her car. When the police came, they called an ambulance & had her taken to McKay-Dee Hospital. She gave them mine & Don's phone number & Don-Mike answered the phone. I took the phone & they said it was the Utah Highway Patrol & my MIL Ruth Bartholomew, or something like that, was in the hospital. I said I didn't believe it was really the UHP because my MIL's name was not Ruth in the first place nor was it Bartholomew. I was ready to hang up on them, but I heard the dispatcher talking to the UHP, saying I said my MIL's name was not Ruth & I was pronouncing the last name differently. So, I asked what kind of car she was driving. I had to concede it was my MIL when I heard the UHP saying she was driving a blue Pontiac Phoenix with Idaho 2B 314 license plates.
When I got off the phone Don-Mike said they asked for Don or RaNae. He said he could have talked to them, his name was Don. I told him I was glad he let me talk to them.
I almost had a 12 hour day today, probably more like 11 hours. I got there after 9 & left before 9.
Before I could get dressed I had to pick up the mess that I've been trying to declutter since Wednesday. It has been in front of the middle of the vanity & I piled it in front of the vanity drawers last week. So, in order to get to my underwear drawer, I piled everything back on the bed, sigh.
When I went into the bathroom this morning to get dressed, every towel on the shelf had been pulled off & was piled in a wet heap in front of the toilet. The clothes I had draped on the side of the tub last night to put on this morning were at the bottom of the heap. Nick had taken a bath. This happens EVERY time he takes a bath. I will be so glad to get the new part of the house finished & he can take a shower. I don't know that the number of towels he uses will diminish, but ......
I draped the clothes back on the tub along with most of the towels. I dread going in the bathroom tonight, I haven't been there yet. I KNOW they will still be there. If someone hasn't already tossed them into the tub, I will. I have to work again in the morning so I won't get them in the washer & the towels will lay there & mildew.
I learned my lesson. I no longer have to have a video the first day it is out. Now, Harry Potter books are another story. I've never had to drive very far to get one though.
I got to bed at midnight last night & woke up at 8:35 this morning. It took me a half hour to get up. Nick asked me how I was, I said I was tired. He said I need to wake up earlier. I said it didn't matter what time I woke up or got up, I am always tired. I woke up early on Sunday & drug myself out of bed. All day I wanted to lay down & take a nap. Nick laid down to take a nap the other night & woke up at 2 a.m. Saturday I got up late & was still tired. Maybe we'll find an answer when I have my blood test on Wednesday.
I had a bad start to my morning. I finally got up at 9:05 & went to work. I got up to the railroad tracks & turned onto the highway going into town (northwest) & saw a big orange tabby cat cowering in the gutter on the southwest side of the highway. He looked me in the eye. I thought it might be Sammy, but I was sure I had seen him just before I left home. I turned around & went back, parked behind the cat with my flashers on. I got out & it started hissing at me & trying to run. It's back leg was all bloody & dragging. It ran out into the highway & here's cars & trucks coming. I found that if I didn't approach it, it wouldn't try to run. Big county dump trucks would slow down & just drive by, I was so upset. I could see the cat running under one of them & getting killed right in front of my eyes. I stood my ground though, they were going to have to kill me to get to the stupid cat.
A man came along in a pickup, pulled up behind me & grabbed some leather gloves & pulled those on. I had a flash of sanity. What was I doing trying to approach a scared injured cat with no gloves, no place to put it if I did catch it? He asked me if it was my cat. I told him no & he told me to get in my car & go. I said I was going to take him to the vet. He said he would. He chased the cat off the highway into Saxton's used car lot, where the A&W used to be, if that means anything to anybody. I swung north onto First East, turned west onto Third South to see if I could see the cat & what the man was doing. I couldn't see the cat, but the man was talking to Doug Saxton. They probably thought I hit the cat. If he did catch the cat, he probably took it to the vet & had it euthanized.
I thought I'd come home tonight & see the cat dead on the highway, trying to cross the highway again to get home.
It reminded me of the time when Don's mom hit a truck that had dropped it's transmission in the middle of the freeway in Ogden. She was out in the middle of the freeway directing traffic. I asked her why she was doing that & she said nobody was going to hit her car. When the police came, they called an ambulance & had her taken to McKay-Dee Hospital. She gave them mine & Don's phone number & Don-Mike answered the phone. I took the phone & they said it was the Utah Highway Patrol & my MIL Ruth Bartholomew, or something like that, was in the hospital. I said I didn't believe it was really the UHP because my MIL's name was not Ruth in the first place nor was it Bartholomew. I was ready to hang up on them, but I heard the dispatcher talking to the UHP, saying I said my MIL's name was not Ruth & I was pronouncing the last name differently. So, I asked what kind of car she was driving. I had to concede it was my MIL when I heard the UHP saying she was driving a blue Pontiac Phoenix with Idaho 2B 314 license plates.
When I got off the phone Don-Mike said they asked for Don or RaNae. He said he could have talked to them, his name was Don. I told him I was glad he let me talk to them.
I almost had a 12 hour day today, probably more like 11 hours. I got there after 9 & left before 9.
Before I could get dressed I had to pick up the mess that I've been trying to declutter since Wednesday. It has been in front of the middle of the vanity & I piled it in front of the vanity drawers last week. So, in order to get to my underwear drawer, I piled everything back on the bed, sigh.
When I went into the bathroom this morning to get dressed, every towel on the shelf had been pulled off & was piled in a wet heap in front of the toilet. The clothes I had draped on the side of the tub last night to put on this morning were at the bottom of the heap. Nick had taken a bath. This happens EVERY time he takes a bath. I will be so glad to get the new part of the house finished & he can take a shower. I don't know that the number of towels he uses will diminish, but ......
I draped the clothes back on the tub along with most of the towels. I dread going in the bathroom tonight, I haven't been there yet. I KNOW they will still be there. If someone hasn't already tossed them into the tub, I will. I have to work again in the morning so I won't get them in the washer & the towels will lay there & mildew.
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